Thursday, 23. September 2010
Two years ago when Laef and I went to St. Louis we stayed at an Econo Lodge that overlooked the freeway and had a full-length mirror in the shower. It was a smoking room because, well because that’s all it offered. The bed was covered with one sheet – not a fitted sheet, mind you. Just one sheet strewn across the nasty-ass mattress.
Back then, we weren’t married, and we were still paying off credit cards. The fact that we were even staying at a Lodge (I liked to close my eyes and think of it as a snow lodge with walls made of the finest cedar) and not in a tent at O’Fallon Park was a big deal.
So, last week we went to St. Louis again, this time for a wedding. We were fortunate enough to have a room at the Casa Nick Dozier, so we weren’t faced with the dilemma of Econo Lodge round 2. Now, Nick’s shower doesn’t come with a full length mirror (BOO!), and the guest bed appeared to have two for real sheets on it (how classy!), but he did have a gigantic stack of Playboys in his bathroom.
I don’t think I’ve seen Laef’s eyes light up that much since I told him that I would learn how to change a flat tire. (I ordered AAA, which is basically the same thing. Shhh). When we first got to Nick’s house, we were there alone so Laef picked up 8 magazines, walked out of the bathroom and said, “I’m gonna catch up on guy stuff.”
Which was my cue to catch up girl stuff – a 2 hour nap. It was a Thursday afternoon, and normally I’d be chained to my cubicle and, Laef would be stressing about some basketball-related incident, but on this day we were looking at boobies and resting. It was the start of a perfect 4-day vacation.
Later that night, sufficiently rested and boobified, we took a cab to Busch Stadium to watch the Cardinals play. The cabbie ragged on the Cardinals the entire way to the stadium in a way that only a cabbie could rag on the home team, and by the time we got there we were half expecting the Cards to lose by14 runs.
But, this was our vacay! Laef has been talking about going to the Cardinals game for a month. So, of course they were going to win! And they did, 4-0.
On Friday we went to see Nick’s girlfriends band – Killing Vegas – play at Voo Doo lounge in the Harrah’s casino. In case you didn’t already know, girl bass players are super hot. And, Layla did not disappoint. We wandered between the lounge to watch the band, and the casino to play blackjack. I might have called the dealer an asshole once, but it was only because I double downed on an 11 and he gave me a 2. Who does that?
We strolled in at 3 a.m., which meant we didn’t get up until 11 a.m. on the wedding day. I have a completely different perspective of weddings now. Because I know how much work and thought goes into every single thing that happens before, during and after the ceremony. This couple went all out, providing a full open bar, which is very brave. And appreciated.
Also, this is what happens when you have a full bar at a wedding and are drunk by 10:30 p.m.: 7-11. Funyuns. Packaged chicken sandwich that requires microwaving. Frozen pizza. Bad news, people. Bad news. Right now as I’m typing this I am trying to understand why I did not think to get nachos. I am kind of upset that I missed my opportunity. Hopefully there will be another.
We flew home on Sunday. Back to reality. In a sad, boring house that doesn’t have Playboys.
(That I know of)